Every Day A Weather Change

Every Day A Weather Change

Sunday’s body heat left me cold,

feigned calmness and clasping at the chance

to feel close to another heart beat,

heads resting on chests, a collection bucket of tears

donated by the quietly broken.

By Monday, cheap champagne makes my choices

under cover of darkness and dripping in melted chocolate,

these marshmallow mouths crave comfort,

drum and bass meets muffled cries of delight

as our minds drown in the musical remix.

Tuesday felt no fragment of guilt,

maybe it was just grief faded into folds of grey

and five beers in, your fingers find mine

and grasp fragility, so focused on some far off goal

that I miss finding myself in the flood.

The week moves on and takes me with it,

making peace with the waves, the lulls in longing

will end as they must, I trust I will land

wherever the wind tires of me, a farewell

wearing laughter, and with love my faithful friend.

Taste of Heaven

Taste of Heaven

Don’t kid yourself,

this barely ruffled my feathers,

my faith belongs

to the way the wind

strokes between my open wings

with nerves left trembling,

but sometimes even wild things

rest for a while

and still the world

has ample love to go around.

All creatures adapt to the changing seasons

and these sharp claws

would be constrained

by an existence in captivity,

a birds eye view is only bestowed

to those blessed to be free

and I was born an untamed spirit

touching everything

and nobody.

Saving Daylight

Saving Daylight

Sunshine spreads love to this skin,

melting milkshakes

with the innocence of children,

whilst the warm breeze,

collecting curls of autumn leaves,

becomes a bed for skinny lovers

soft enough to sleep on.

Do they detect the change in weather?

Do they know what’s to come?

This week the magazine headline

presents six tips

to change your life.

Number one is

Feel Disturbed’

‘It’s discombobulating’,

the old lady thinks to herself

as she sits at the wrong table

and children eat their fingers.

Eiderdown

Eiderdown

The wind brings with her

cloud after cloud, each calling

in turn with a draught at the door

to sweetly kiss my cheek

and bid me peace on the breeze,

for theirs is but a fleeting visit,

full of vows

that this October will be different, darling.

The faint figure of a single starling,

black at a distance, seen closer

with a gloss of purples and greens,

fast in flight, impeded by mistrals

on its route to the roosting site

where a mass murmuration

warms its wings on winter nights.

I watch from my window,

not yet convinced by the change in weather.

Double Rainbow

Double Rainbow

Long for the calm

and the storm will arrive

in her place

as a reminder to brace

for the inevitable impact

of a life made

for neither the ordinary

nor for the faint-hearted

but marking the journey

from where the light first switched on

and to live

meant leaving

in exchange

for the pounding rhythm of freedom

and nowhere

did the universe

promise this would be easy

but we’d all die of thirst

without a little rain.